Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

"Wentworth, how much do you know about the wizarding world? What has Libby told you?"

Upon hearing Rozier's question, Wentworth, a seasoned Harry Potter fan in his previous life, immediately puffed out his chest and said:

“I’ve heard many stories about the magical world, and Libby has told me many! But Libby has never told me my last name!”

This was actually a question that Wentworth's predecessor had always wanted to know. In Wentworth's memory, he had asked Libby this question many times, but Libby would rather bang his head against the wall than answer it, so in the end, the matter was left unresolved.

Putting aside his memories, Rozier had already straightened Wentworth's clothes again. It must be said that Wentworth's body was quite good, with short golden hair, a slender figure, and eyes that seemed to shine.

Rozier stared at Wentworth for a moment, then slowly said after a long pause:

"Wentworth, remember, never lose your elegance, for your name is—Wentworth Grindelwald!"

"Wentworth Grindelwald?"

Wentworth muttered to himself. Although the name sounded somewhat familiar, his emotions had been turbulent tonight, and he couldn't recall where he had seen the surname before, simply assuming it was the surname of a pure-blood family.

"Hearing this surname, you must already understand your background!"

Wentworth looked up and saw Rozier staring intently at him, as did the others behind him, as if the surname possessed a magical power.

Upon seeing this, Wentworth was startled. If these people knew that he was actually a "fake," merely occupying the original body, while the real Wentworth Grindelwald had already lost his soul, he would probably find it difficult to die even if he wanted to.

You see, this is not impossible. This is a world of magic, and Wentworth doesn't believe that these guys who have been immersed in dark magic for decades are not capable of Legilimency.

The reason these people didn't use Legilimency on me was clearly because of the identity of this body and the unknown connection between us.

Thinking of this, Wentworth quickly puffed out his chest again and answered with feigned pride:

“Of course, I am Wentworth Grindelwald, a member of the noble Grindelwald family!”

Hearing Wentworth's words, Rozier looked at Wentworth with satisfaction and nodded slowly, saying:

"Indeed, your grandfather was the master's younger brother, and you, as the only remaining member of the Grindelwald family bloodline in the world besides the master, should have this kind of arrogance!"

At this point, Rozier's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he sighed deeply, saying with some emotion:

"Your willpower and your pride have not disgraced the Grindelwald name. If only you weren't a Squib!"

What?!

Wentworth Grindelwald's eyes widened in disbelief!

Chapter Three: The Dud

Wentworth was stunned by Rozier's words, and it took him a while to realize what the Squib meant.

So I've just traveled through a completely empty world?

She wasn't some senior who was called the enemy of the round-faced, chubby Scottish chicken, yet still wore a coy expression even after arriving in the magical world.

As a seasoned Harry Potter fan, how could I, having come to this world, not go and see this infinitely wonderful world!

Putting everything else aside, you have to go to Hogwarts at least once! As the only designated high school by the British Ministry of Magic, it offers a one-stop enrollment for students aged 11 to 18, even saving you the trouble of choosing a school.

Thinking of this, Wentworth suddenly realized something and quickly asked:

"Grandma Rosier, I'm 11 years old this year. Logically, I should have received a letter from Hogwarts by owl this year. Only if I don't receive a letter can it be said that I'm a Squib!"

"But it's only July, and Hogwarts doesn't start until September 1st yet. Maybe my owl is still on its way!"

After hearing Wentworth's words, Rozier looked at Wentworth with regret, shook his head, and said:

“Wentworth, it seems you do know a lot about the wizarding world. What you said is indeed correct, but unfortunately, we have learned that just three days ago, the last owl that delivered the acceptance letters completed its mission and returned!”

Upon hearing Rozier's words, Wentworth was utterly devastated. The Book of Acceptance and the Pen of Admission, kept at Hogwarts, had never made a mistake. Since he had not received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts, it could only mean that he truly lacked magical talent.

For some reason, Wentworth suddenly thought of Filch at that moment.

Seeing Wentworth's dejected expression, Rozier felt a pang of pity and could only offer words of comfort:

"Alright, Wentworth, stop it. There's nothing wrong with being a Muggle. The wizarding world isn't all as wonderful as you think. What happened tonight is nothing unusual in the wizarding world."

“Even some of us did this kind of thing back then, staying away from the magic world, a place of right and wrong, at least to ensure that the Grindelwald family bloodline would not be cut off.”

Although he listened to Rozier's advice, Wentworth had already planned in a short time how to use a small amount of money to buy World Cup tickets, and then invest in several companies similar to Amazon, Apple, and Google, so that he could achieve financial freedom by the time he was around thirty.

But this kind of life of making money while lying down is not the life Wentworth wants!

But given the circumstances, Wentworth, despite his thousand frustrations and ten thousand regrets, had no choice but to speak:

"Thank you so much, Grandma Rozier, and everyone! Thank you all for saving me tonight! Wentworth is incredibly grateful!"

Upon hearing Wentworth's words, Rozier waved his hand dismissively and said:

"Don't say that about Wentworth. Actually, it's partly our fault! For so many years, I've been staying close to you to protect your safety."

"However, when I learned that you were a Squib... I'm sorry, when I learned that you had no magical talent, I was so saddened that I left for a few days to have a chat with these old guys."

“We have already experienced this kind of sorrow once before, with your father! After your grandfather’s brother, who is also our master, was imprisoned, we need someone to step forward, and that person can only be Grindelwald!”

"But what we didn't expect was that your father was ultimately proven to have no magical talent. But it didn't matter; we weren't that old then, and we thought we still had a chance. But we never imagined that even you would..."

At this point, Rozier, who had been elegant and aloof since the beginning of the evening, suddenly choked up uncontrollably.

Behind Rozier, the others shook their heads and sighed, expressing their dismay.

Seeing this, Wentworth had no choice but to quickly speak up and comfort the elderly people in front of him.

"Grandma Rozier, everyone, it's alright, really it's alright. The Muggle world is developing very fast these days. Perhaps it won't be long before the Muggle world is more exciting than the wizarding world!"

To Wentworth's surprise, as soon as he finished speaking, Rozier and the others stopped sobbing, staring at him with wide eyes.

"W-what's wrong?"

Wentworth had a bad feeling. Had he said something wrong and revealed his identity?

"It's so similar! It's just like what our master said to us back in Paris, isn't it?"

Rozier gently stroked Wentworth's cheek, his eyes filled with an indescribable daze.

Hearing Rozier's words, Wentworth breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, Wentworth heard a "smack" from the glass behind him and quickly turned around to look.

"This...this is an owl, isn't it?!"

"Quick! Put it in here!"

"Broken glass!"

"The owl is coming!"

In an instant, chaos erupted in the room!

Let's rewind a bit. Right when Su Xinghe had just become Wentworth, in a tower at Hogwarts that no student had ever set foot in before, a faded quill that had been stuck in a silver ink bottle slowly floated up.

Then, the quill pen slowly floated to an ancient black book with a dragon-patterned cover and solemnly wrote a name on it—Wentworth Grindelwald.

Soon, Professor McGonagall appeared outside the principal's office.

"Dirty bun!"

With the command, the door to the headmaster's office opened, and Dumbledore, the Hogwarts headmaster, president of the International Confederation of Wizards, chief wizard of Wizengamot, and the greatest white wizard of our time, appeared before McGonagall in his pajamas.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall, what brings you here so late? Has something happened at the school? Take your time, tell me slowly. Would you like a chilled lemonade first?"

As Dumbledore spoke, he gently flicked his finger, and a glass of chilled lemonade floated slowly to McGonagall's side.

But the Hogwarts vice-principal in front of Dumbledore showed no intention of accepting it. Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with a serious expression and said:

"Dumbledore, don't rush the chilled lemonade. I think there's something you need to know immediately. It concerns the start of the new semester, and it's very urgent!"

Seeing this, Dumbledore raised an eyebrow without batting an eye, and said as if jokingly:

"Is there some problem among the new students? You know, Professor McGonagall, I've always had complete faith in you. I'm convinced that the problem doesn't lie with Hogwarts! So, is there something wrong with the new students? Surely a new student couldn't have eaten the mail owl! Haha..."

Dumbledore took a small sip of his chilled lemonade and said with a smile.

Chapter Four: Admission Notice

"Could someone really have eaten an owl?"

When Dumbledore saw that McGonagall had no smile on her face, he felt a chill run down his spine, but thankfully, McGonagall quickly shook her head and denied it.

"You're mistaken, Dumbledore. It is indeed a mistake on our part at Hogwarts! Just moments ago, the Pen of Acceptance wrote another name in the Book of Admission, and that child is this year's new student!"

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and said dismissively:

"Is that so, Professor McGonagall? It's alright. There's still plenty of time before the start of the semester. We can send another owl to the students now. There's plenty of time. At most, we can cast a spell on the owl to speed up its flight. It won't delay anything!"

As Dumbledore spoke, he seemed to feel that the chilled lemonade in his hand was not sweet enough, so he took out some honey from somewhere and added it to it. He then gestured to Professor McGonagall, asking if she would like some more honey.

Professor McGonagall indicated that she didn't need it, her eyes fixed on Dumbledore, and said meaningfully:

"Dumbledore, the problem isn't time, it's people. You know this child's elders too!"

Hearing this, Dumbledore smiled and said in a relaxed tone:

"Ha, Professor McGonagall, you know, the longer you live, the more people you know. May I ask, is this the child of one of your old friends?"

"They must have been terrified when they didn't receive the owl. Poor kid, I'll make it up to him when he gets to Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore gently stirred the chilled lemonade in front of him, about to put it in his mouth.

"That child's name is Wentworth, Wentworth Grindelwald!"

Dumbledore's hand froze in mid-air, his gaze blank. The glass of chilled lemonade that had been floating in front of Professor McGonagall would have been knocked over if Professor McGonagall hadn't been quick.

Seeing Dumbledore's dazed expression, McGonagall suddenly felt much better. She slowly raised the chilled lemonade in her hand and savored it.

"Grindelwald? He...when did he have a child?"

Dumbledore muttered to himself in disbelief.

Hearing that Dumbledore seemed to have misunderstood, McGonagall quickly explained:

"No, they are descendants of that person's younger brother, not that person's! But they are all members of the Grindelwald family, aren't they? If people find out that we've accepted his descendants into the school, then..."

Before McGonagall could voice her concerns, Dumbledore preemptively and decisively gave his orders:

“Write a letter, Professor McGonagall. Every child who is recorded, no matter who they are, will receive an acceptance letter from Hogwarts. This has been the case for a thousand years, and it will not change because of who their relatives are!”